In the Girls' Showers

The locker room empties out. Emma checks Suckr, which asks if she wants to keep Coach Taylor as a client. She quickly taps yes and puts it away. Her clothes are sticking to her in strange places again. She strips naked, puts all her things in a locker, and then grabs a towel from the laundry service for the showers.

The hot water feels good on Emma’s skin. She licks her lips, thinking of Coach Taylor’s flavour. Her mind drifts. Soon she’s thinking of Christopher’s flavour from last night. That man has a really nice cock. If only he were in the shower with her right now.

Her fingers move between her legs. Hot water cascades off her head, down her back. She runs her hands over herself, her hips, her breasts. She plays with her slit, her clit, her nipples. She tastes her fingers and keeps playing. The hot water feels good. If only that shower head weren’t screwed to the wall. University interior designers ought to help a girl out and make the shower heads handheld.

Steam is rising. She humps her hand, mouth open, just right, until she gets the release she’s been craving. Emma moans loudly. She thinks of Christopher’s cock inside her, and then she screams with release. Her scream echoes in the steam and the ceramic tile. Emma covers her mouth belatedly. It’s a good thing she’s alone in the locker room. That was not discreet.

She feels a little naughty as she keeps playing with herself, more quietly. She doesn’t scream again until someone sticks their head in her shower stall and asks her a question. “Hey, want some company in there?”

It’s Mia, the cute track and field girl from earlier that spotted Coach Taylor’s cum in Emma’s cleavage. Emma blushes, embarrassed she was overheard. The other girl is as naked as she is. Emma feels lust rise as heat in her core. She’s in college. This is a new experience. Emma bites her lip. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

The other girl kisses Emma and pins her to the wall. Her knee is between Emma legs. Emma lets her knees soften. She rides Mia’s knee, grinding. Mia is kissing her neck, biting, nibbling. Emma kisses her, giving tongue, and then Mia’s hot tongue is in her mouth, hot water over their skin, Mia’s strong thigh pressing into Emma’s pussy. Emma pulls away to breathe, and then Mia’s tongue pushes into Emma’s mouth again, thrusting against Emma’s, and Emma orgasms. She moans in Mia’s arms.

Mia pushes her to her knees, makes her kneel in the shower. Emma’s face, nose, tongue go in Mia’s pussy. This is familiar but different. Emma licks under Mia’s control. Mia runs her fingers sensuously along Emma’s skin. Emma can feel the rhythm, the pressure the girl wants from her tongue. Emma has the intuition for oral service, for pleasure. She gives it to Mia, to Mia’s pussy, and then Mia rides Emma’s face to her own release.

The two college girls kiss and let the hot water run over them. Mia smiles at Emma before leaving the shower stall with a wink. “I haven’t seen you around before.If you are as good at everything as you are at that, you must be a pretty amazing girl. You should come by the athletics building more often.”